Of Men and Oranges

I was eating an orange one day and realized how strikingly similar it was to my past relationships....

somehow you have left me yet not left at all. the taste of you lingers achingly on my lips there are angry bits of you, torn away in childish haste, left buried under my fingernails. you have left me hungry stained.

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